There was one obvious opportunity on this mission for him.
"I can finally see what the Blood Moon Continent is really like." Han Yu said with a bit of excitement.
For two years, Han Yu had only known the Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect. Its main peaks, its districts, its slave pens, its puppet forges, its cursed libraries, its alchemy division, and its suffocating, oppressive atmosphere.
For two years the moon above the sect painted everything in shades of crimson. The sky felt perpetually bruised, the air dense with lingering murderous intent.
He rarely saw ordinary civilians.
He rarely saw normal landscapes.
Everything inside the sect was drenched in the stench of blood, ambition, madness, and cruelty.
Han Yu had often wondered if the entire Blood Moon Continent was like this.
